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WPC: Poetry Lifts the Veil

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
—Percy Shelley

With the approach of dusk, the forest greens take on a deeper hue, and the brook whispers.

Photo Challenge:  Green

Tom Schultz blog politics

Kensington Park, Michigan

WPC: Who Is the Real Magician?

“I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches
and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize
that the real magician was light itself“.
…Edward Steichen…

In Michigan, we are welcoming the return of Spring and its special magic, dropping from Heaven, filtering through the treetops, and leaving gossamer strands of light below.

Photo Challenge:  Atop 

 

the road less traveled by

Kensington Park, Michigan

Photo Challenge: Atop Waterfall Dreams

There is a waterfall in every dream.  Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.
—Virginia Allison

Some summer days, the best view of a waterfall is from below, where the spray on your face provides a cooling respite.  On  more thoughtful afternoons, the better vantage point is from atop.

 

Fleming Creek, Michigan

…or closer to the action, as here at Michigan’s untamed Tacquahmenon River.

“I lift my wine cup and drink to the roaring river.”

Tacquahmenon Falls, Michigan

Photo Challenge: Blue and Gold in a Lake’s Mirror

I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

—Albert Camus, L’Etranger

Blue and Gold complement each other as dusk softly envelops a Michigan lake.  Tranquility is your companion  on a humid July evening.

Photo Challenge:  A Good Match

 

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Michigan lake

Under the Rocks are the Words…

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.  I am haunted by waters.

Norman MacLean, A River Runs Through It

Huron National Forest

Pine River in Huron National Forest, Michigan